I am an Air Force brat, a self-taught artist, and a part-time mom these days. I work out my artistic demons by making stuff and trying to find the humor when things go wrong. I have a spouse, two grown kids and cats that barf and bring horrible things into the house, so things do go wrong. My youngest is in college and only home during breaks, so I'm almost an empty nester, alone more than not and trying to figure out this new stage of life. Time to make a mess.

September 18, 2014

Practice needs to take place more often than once in a blue moon. When was the last time that I tried soldering? It's been a while. I'm not sure how many thousands of dollars I can afford on practicing. To make the jewelry I want to make, I need images or something interesting to sandwich between the two pieces of glass I'm soldering together. After working on a few tiny pieces of watercolored papers, I realized it was a lot of time spent on something that was likely to end up crap (at least until I had more practice). There had to be something I could use that, if I pulled off a miracle and whipped up something respectable in terms of soldering, would be worth keeping and wearing. A few months ago, I joined Teesha Moore's "The Artstronauts Club," and found that she frequently offers free printables of her artwork. There are beautiful and perfectly sized bits to print (and touch up with sparkly paint or colored pencil for fun) and use in my practice bits. It takes a lot less time to cut out a tiny rectangle than to paint or draw the work.

Today I was so happy to finish housework early (and skip the trip to the dry cleaners with hubby's shirts until tomorrow) and get into the studio. My recently purchased burnishing tool performed much better than the old pen cap that I used for getting the copper tape to lay flat and tight. Silly me thought that this would make a big difference in the finished project.

I just can't get it right. I KNOW I'm going over areas too many times, but if there's a lumpy spot, there's only one way to smooth the surface. I worried that I would melt the copper tape backing and it would stop adhering, but it looked like it was still sticking really well. But as I made a final slide of the iron, I dropped the glass piece onto my studio desk. If it were wood or metal, no problem. But it's a cheap, crappy desk from Ikea, the surface of which is coated with plastic. Ugh. The hot solder picked up a bit of the plastic all around the surface. In a panic, I thought maybe the high heat of the soldering iron would burn it off. I know, dumb. But I tried anyway. Then I figured I could build another coat of solder over the first and hide it. I should have quit while I was ahead.

It was a wreck. Done. No more "fixing" would fix it. I unplugged the soldering iron and let the piece cool off in a clamp. After it was quite cool, I started trying to tear off the old solder and tape. After getting three sides unwrapped, I just opened it like a book and wrestled the paper images out. They are slightly marred on the edges from the uber-melting of the copper tape adhesive. The glass was a total loss. I can still use the images because the tape will cover it, but sheesh! It's so much time invested to still suck this much!

The front after I over-soldered by quite a few runs

The back wasn't nearly as bad as the front

Time to try something new. I need to practice every day, even just for a little while before I move on to something else. I don't want to think that I, and only I, just can't do a better job at soldering with practice. I've tossed the blechy glass and am ready to give it another go.

About Me

I would rather be funny than thin (I am), and I would rather be charitable of heart than beautiful (I am), but wouldn't complain if I were offered the thin and beautiful too! Creativity is something with which I struggle, either because my mind goes a mile and minute and I have a hard time focusing, or because I'm being pulled too many directions and distracted with real life. I blog to help me focus on creativity or just to work out my demons.